Finished Folds (1—5)
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3and promptly began to pluck the poor little elves' eyes from their faces. My, how they wiggled, but they were no match for the murder of murderous crows. The tiniest elf, Jim, br
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2excruciatingly accurate. His face screwed with disgust as he detected poop smeared across the buttocks of his beautiful bride. The poo approached him from
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1do you come from? Have I told this before? well screw it. I finish, here, NOW! Goodnight my fellow Parisians.
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1his eyes and constant bruce lee quotes gave him away. Not to mention the bulging
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1since he had felt something so tender and warm. A tiny trickle of precum rolled onto the producer's